For the next twenty minutes, Carlton described me as if I were an unemployed visitor in my own marriage.

He spoke about Tristan’s long years building Pembroke Freight Systems.

The hundreds of employees who depended on him.

The contracts he had negotiated.

The wealth he had created.

He mentioned that I had not held a conventional full-time job since the twins were small.

He did not mention why.

He said I depended financially on Tristan.